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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.