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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.