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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.