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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.