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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.