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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.