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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.