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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.