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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.