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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.