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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
The Residents,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.