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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.