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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.