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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.