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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.