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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.