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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.