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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.