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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.