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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.