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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.