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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Livin' Joy 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.