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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.