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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.