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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.