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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.