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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.