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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.