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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.