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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Television,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.