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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.