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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.