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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.