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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
UT,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Nico,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.