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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.