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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Scion,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.