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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.