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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.