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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.