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 Bahamas and from London.
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 Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.