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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
UT,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.