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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims 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?
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.