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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.