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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
CMW,
Mars,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.