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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Faust,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.