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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Can,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.