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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.