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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.