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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.