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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.