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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
a-ha,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.