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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
New Order,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.