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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.