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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.