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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.