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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.