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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.