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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.