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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.