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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.