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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.