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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.