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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.