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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.