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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.