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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Gong,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.