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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.