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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.