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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Trojans to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.