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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.