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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.