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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
CMW,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.