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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 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 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.