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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.