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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.