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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.