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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.