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 Israel 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.