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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.