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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Index,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
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.