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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.