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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.