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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.