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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.