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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.