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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.