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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.