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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.