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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Qualms,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.