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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.