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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.