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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.