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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.