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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Suicide,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.