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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.