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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.