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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.