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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Brick,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.