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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.