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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.