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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.