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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.