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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Pylon,
The Names,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.