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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.