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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
the Association,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.