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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.