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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Can,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.