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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.