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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.