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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
UT,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.