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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
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.