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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mojo Men 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.