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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.