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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Hoover,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.