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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
X-101,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.