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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.