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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 AZ to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Cluster,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.