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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.