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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.