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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.