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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Symarip,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.