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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.