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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.