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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.