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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.