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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.