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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Monks,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.