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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Neu!,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.