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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.