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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.