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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
June of 44,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.