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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.