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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.