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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.