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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
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.