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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Beijing and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.