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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.