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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
CMW,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.