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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.