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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
ABC,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.