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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.