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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.