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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.