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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.