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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.