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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.