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 Greece 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
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.