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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.