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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.