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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.