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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.