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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
MC5,
MDC,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.