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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.