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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.