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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.