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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Pole 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.