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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.