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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.