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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.