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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Star Department,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.