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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Can,
Maurizio,
MDC,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Q65,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.