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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.