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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.