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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.