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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.