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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.