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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.