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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Monks,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.