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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.