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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.