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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.