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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.