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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.