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 Panama 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.