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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.