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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
John Holt,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.