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 London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.