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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.