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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.