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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.