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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.