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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.