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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.