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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Television,
10cc,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.