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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.