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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.