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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.