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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.