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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.