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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang Green to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Swans,
AZ,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.