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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.