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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.