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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.