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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.