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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Wings,
ABC,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.