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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.