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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.