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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.