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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
10cc,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.