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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.