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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.