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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.