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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.