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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.