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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.