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 Norway and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.