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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Monks,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.