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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.