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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.