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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.