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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Index,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.