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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Nico,
Monolake,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.