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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Qualms,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.