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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Slits,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.