Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.