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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.