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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.