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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.