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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.