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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
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,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Wings,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.