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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.