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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.