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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.