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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.