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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.