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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.