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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.