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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.