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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.