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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.