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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
June Days,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.