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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.