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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.