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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.