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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.