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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.