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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.