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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.