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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.