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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Index,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.