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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.