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 Portugal and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.