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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.