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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.