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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
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Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.