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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Brick,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Fear,
The Standells,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.