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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.