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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.