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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.