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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 808 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.