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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.