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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.