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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.