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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Nas,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
PIL,
Ronan,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.