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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.