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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Saints,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.