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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.