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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.