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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.