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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.