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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.