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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.