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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.