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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.