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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.