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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.