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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.