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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Faust,
Whodini,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.