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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.