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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 United States of America to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.