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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.