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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.