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 Italy and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Crime,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.