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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.