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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.