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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
The Martian,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.