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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Q65,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Crime,
John Holt,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.