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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.