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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.