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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.