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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.