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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.