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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.