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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.