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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.