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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.