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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.