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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.