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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.