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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells 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?
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.