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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.