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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.