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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.