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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.