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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Detroit Cobras 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.