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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.