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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.