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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.