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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Q65,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.