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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
New Order,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.