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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.