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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.