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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.