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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.