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 South and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.