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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.