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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scrapy 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.