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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.