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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.