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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.