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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.