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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.