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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.