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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.