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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
The Litter,
Organ,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.