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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Loose Ends 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.