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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.