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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.