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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
The Standells,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.