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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Slave,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.