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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.