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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.