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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Remains,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.