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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.