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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
CMW,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Swans,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.