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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.