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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.