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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.