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 Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Nas,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.