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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.