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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.