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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.