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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.