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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
MDC,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.