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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.