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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
The Litter,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.