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 Morocco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Smog,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.