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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.