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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.