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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.