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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.