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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Cameo,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.