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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.