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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
UT,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
a-ha,
Magma,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.