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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Cameo,
June Days,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.