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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.