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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s 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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.