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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Slave,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.