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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.