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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.