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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.