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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.