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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.