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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Monolake,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.