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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.