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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.