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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Index,
Jawbox,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.