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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.