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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Scientists,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.