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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.