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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.