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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Brick,
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.