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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.