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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.