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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.