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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.