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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.