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 Russia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.