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 Mali and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.