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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.