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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Birthday Party to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.