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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.