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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.