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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
UT,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.