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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Move,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.