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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.