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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.