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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.