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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.