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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Skaos,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.