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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.