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 Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Junior Murvin 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.