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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Index,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.