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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
UT,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.