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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.