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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.