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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.