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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Brick,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Monks,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Wings,
Faust,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.