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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.