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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.