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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Mars,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.