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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
The Standells,
The Move,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.