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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.