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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.