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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.