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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.