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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.