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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.