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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.