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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.