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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.