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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.