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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.