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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.