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 Panama and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.