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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.