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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.