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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.