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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.