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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.