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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
CMW,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.