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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.