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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Monks,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.