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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.