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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.