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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.