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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.