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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.