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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Organ,
PIL,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.