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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.