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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.