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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Scion,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.