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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.