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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.