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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.