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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.