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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.