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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Crime,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.