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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.