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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.