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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.