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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.