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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.