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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.