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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.