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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.