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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.