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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.