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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.