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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.