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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Q65,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.