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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.