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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.