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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
DNA,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.