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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
The Index,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.