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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.