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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.