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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.