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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.