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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.