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 France and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.