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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.