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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.