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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ronan 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 punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.