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 Brunei and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.