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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.