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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.