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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.