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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.