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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
ABC,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
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.