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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
The Names,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.