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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.