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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.