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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.