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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.