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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Skarface,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.