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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.