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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.