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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.