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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.