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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.