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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Magma,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.