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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
the Normal,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.