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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.