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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.