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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.