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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
UT,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
MDC,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Swans,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.