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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Swans,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.