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 Somalia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
June Days,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.