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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.