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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Index,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.