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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.