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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.