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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Gong,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.