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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.