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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.