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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.