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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.