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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.