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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.