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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.