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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Index,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Ronan,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.