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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.