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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Symarip,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.