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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.