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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.