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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
PIL,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.