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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.