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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Lalann,
The Sound,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.