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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
cv313,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.