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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.