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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.