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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.