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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Yaz,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.