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 Antigua and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.