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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.