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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.