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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.