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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.