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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Index,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.