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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.