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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.